Chapter 1
Prepare for chaos as the world of Skyrim is about to receive a powerful storm that's brewing, and its name is the Red Dragonborn Slayer: General of the Legion and enemy to the Stormcloaks.
Chapter 1: The Unforeseen Arrival
In the frostbitten land of Skyrim, where the mountains reached for the heavens and the forests, they whispered ancient secrets, a disturbance stirred in the realm of Oblivion, and amidst the swirling chaos of realms beyond mortal comprehension, the mischievous deity, Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness, peered into the threads of fate with a gleam of amusement in his eyes.
Sheogorath, the Deadric Prince, Sheogorath is one of the few Daedric Princes whose creation may be linked to the change or destruction of an Aedra; others include Malacath and Meridia. Aldmeri's creation stories attribute his creation to the removal of Lorkhan's "divine spark." In one of these myths, he is described as the "Sithis-shaped hole" of the world.
"There's potential for a delightful diversion from the path of Skyrim. Perhaps it's time to have some fun," Sheogorath mused to himself, fingers twirling a lock of his wild hair.
With a snap of his fingers, Sheogorath wove a spell of chaos, plucking a soul from its destined path and hurling it across the planes of existence. In the mortal realm of Nirn, a babe's cry echoed through the night as a rift, in reality, opened, depositing the infant onto the rugged terrain of Skyrim.
"I wonder how Skyrim will be able to handle such a new soul in this world since this soul will be able to shake things up.
Unbeknownst to Sheogorath, his impulsive act of mischief had set into motion a chain of events that would alter the course of history.
Within Skyrim.
Legatte Ricke trudged through the snow-laden landscape, her breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. As a seasoned member of the Imperial Legion, she was no stranger to the harsh realities of Skyrim's unforgiving terrain. Yet, even she was taken aback when her patrol heard a faint cry in the air, alerting the General as she ordered her group to search for this scream. Legatte and her patrol didn't have to go very far as they stumbled upon the sight of an abandoned infant nestled amidst the frost-kissed flora.
"By the Nine, what have we here?" Legatte murmured, her brow furrowing in concern as she approached the babe, cradled within a makeshift bundle of blankets.
Her companions gathered around, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Legatte carefully scooped up the child, his tufts of light brown hair, but also noticed that the child had tints of crimson at the ends of his hair, standing out starkly against the pristine white snow.
The patrol of Imperial Legionnaires, clad in their shining armor, were surprised that they stumbled upon such an unexpected sight.
"By the Divines! What in Oblivion is this?" One of the soldiers said, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"A babe, abandoned in the wilds of Skyrim. How could a home do such a thing? Perhaps it was those damn Stormcloaks due to the child not being a Nord." The soldier murmured, a hint of concern in his voice as he wasn't a large fan of the rebels, as was Legatte, as she could believe that Stormcloaks would get rid of an infant if the parents did not wish to join the rebels like her.
"We can't leave him out here," Legatte declared her voice firm with resolve. "We must bring him back to the fort."
Many of the soldiers who had families and children could understand that even their General, who was a seasoned warrior, still cared for children as they ran around and felt safe under their gaze and strength.
"We must bring him to safety. The roads are no place for a child." Legatte said as she picked up the child, who opened his eyes to see Legatte before the small child placed a small hand on her face, causing her expression to soften as a warm smile appeared on her face.
With a shared nod of agreement that Legatte shared with her soldiers, along with a sense of duty and compassion, the Legionnaires carried the foundling back to their stronghold, nestled amidst the rugged peaks of the Jerall Mountains.
The Legionnaires set out for Fort Pale Pass, their footsteps crunching in the snow as they made their way through the wilderness. Legatte smiled at the infant as she made sure the baby was close to her body so the infant could receive warmth and comfort. The baby seemed to enjoy this as his curious brown eyes touched the armor Legatte was wearing before a few hours passed as a howl penetrated the air, causing her to stop her forces.
"Wolves," Legatte said as she placed the infant in a pouch on her horse before reassuring the child she would return.
"Prepare to fight!" Legatte said as she drew her sword, as did the other soldiers as they readied themselves for battle.
As the soldiers trudged onward towards Fort Pale Pass, their footsteps muffled by the thick blanket of snow, a haunting chorus of howls pierced the stillness of the night air. Instantly, the Legionnaires tensed, their hands instinctively reaching for the hilts of their weapons.
The soldiers formed a defensive circle, their backs pressed against one another as they scanned the darkness for signs of movement. The eerie wails grew closer, echoing off the sheer cliffs that loomed ominously above.
But then, just as they braced themselves for the impending onslaught, a different sound cut through the night—a chorus of voices speaking in hushed tones that sent shivers down their spines.
"The Thalmor," Legatte whispered, her heart sinking as realization dawned upon her. "They've found us."
With renewed urgency, the soldiers tightened their formation, readying themselves for the inevitable confrontation. The Thalmor, agents of the Aldmeri Dominion, were notorious for their ruthless tactics and unwavering devotion to their cause.
As the enemy drew nearer, Legatte's mind raced with strategies, her determination unyielding despite the odds stacked against them. With a steely resolve, she rallied her comrades, their unity a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
But just as the tension reached its zenith, a lone figure emerged from the shadows—a Thalmor emissary, clad in robes of shimmering gold, flanked by a cadre of elven warriors.
"Stand down, Legionnaires," the emissary commanded, his voice ringing out with authority. "This is not a battle you can win."
Legatte hesitated, her hand hovering over her weapon as she weighed their options. Though outnumbered and outmatched, she refused to back down, her loyalty to the Empire unwavering.
"We will not yield to the likes of you," she declared, her voice resolute despite the tremor of fear that coursed through her veins.
For a tense moment, the two sides faced off, the frigid air heavy with the weight of impending conflict.
As the Thalmor emissary and his entourage confronted Legatte and her soldiers amidst the chilling winds of the Skyrim night, the tension in the air crackled with uncertainty. With a regal air, the Thalmor leader stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed upon Legatte.
"What business brings the Imperial Legion to these remote reaches of Skyrim?" He inquired, his voice laced with thinly veiled disdain.
Legatte stood tall, her resolve unyielding despite the palpable hostility of the Thalmor emissary. "We are on a routine patrol, ensuring the safety of the Empire's borders," she replied evenly, her tone betraying none of the unease that churned within her.
But before the standoff could escalate further, a sharp-eyed Thalmor soldier, his keen senses honed by years of training, noticed a subtle movement from the horse tethered nearby. With a swift motion, he approached the animal, his hand deftly reaching for the pouch strapped to its saddle.
"What have we here?" The soldier murmured, his voice tinged with curiosity as he revealed the contents of the pouch to the group.
To their astonishment, nestled within the folds of fabric lay the infant they had discovered earlier, his innocent features bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.
"A babe?" the Thalmor emissary exclaimed, his expression a mask of disbelief. "What madness is this?"
Legatte's heart clenched with apprehension as she braced herself for the Thalmor's inevitable reaction. She knew all too well the hostility that existed between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion, and the discovery of the infant threatened to escalate the already precarious situation.
But to her surprise, the Thalmor leader's demeanor softened, his gaze lingering on the child with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.
"It seems fate has thrown us an unexpected twist," The leader remarked, his voice betraying a hint of amusement. "What do you intend to do with the babe, Legionnaire?"
Legatte hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. Though the infant's presence posed a complication to their mission, she couldn't bring herself to abandon him to the mercy of the Thalmor.
"We will care for him," she declared, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that gnawed at her insides. "He is under the protection of the Imperial Legion now."
As the Thalmor emissary regarded her with a contemplative gaze, Legatte steeled herself for whatever trials lay ahead. In the heart of Skyrim, amidst the bitter cold and looming shadows, the fate of the infant hung in the balance, his future entwined with the destiny of nations.
The Thalmor emissary's gaze lingered upon the infant, his keen eyes studying the child's features with a mixture of curiosity and something akin to genuine concern. For a fleeting moment, the stern mask of authority softened, replaced by a rare glimpse of compassion.
"It is not every day that we encounter such an anomaly," he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of fascination. "There is something... peculiar about this child."
Legatte tensed, her instincts warning her of the precariousness of their situation. She knew all too well the Thalmor's ruthless nature, their agenda shrouded in secrecy and ambition.
Before she could formulate a response, however, the Thalmor emissary turned his piercing gaze towards her, his expression inscrutable.
"And what, may I ask, led to the discovery of this child in your company?" He inquired, his tone deceptively mild.
Legatte weighed her words carefully, acutely aware of the delicate balance of power that hung in the air. She knew that revealing the truth—of how they had found the babe abandoned in the wilds of Skyrim—could potentially jeopardize their mission and place them at the mercy of their Thalmor adversaries.
"We encountered the child during our patrol," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil that churned within her. "He was alone, vulnerable. We could not simply leave him to perish in the cold."
The Thalmor emissary regarded her with a skeptical eye, his scrutiny unwavering. "And yet, you expect us to believe that the Imperial Legion would willingly take in a foundling without question? Without any ulterior motives?"
Legatte held his gaze, her resolve unyielding. "The Empire must protect its citizens, regardless of circumstance," she stated firmly, her voice echoing with conviction. "This child is under our care now, and we will ensure his safety."
A tense silence settled over the group as the Thalmor emissary considered her words, his expression unreadable. Legatte braced herself for whatever judgment he might pass as the Thalmor emissary's gaze remained fixed upon Legatte, his thoughts veiled behind a mask of calculated composure. After a prolonged moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice measured and deliberate.
"I see," he remarked, his tone betraying none of the thoughts swirling within his mind. "It seems the Empire has taken an unexpected interest in the welfare of this child."
Legatte tensed, acutely aware of the implications of his words. She knew that the Thalmor's suspicions ran deep, their mistrust of the Empire ingrained in their very core.
"Our concern lies solely with the well-being of the innocent," she countered, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of tension that permeated the air. "We seek no quarrel with the Dominion."
The Thalmor emissary regarded her with a penetrating gaze, his scrutiny unyielding. "Be that as it may, I trust you understand the gravity of the situation," he replied cryptically, his words laden with veiled warning. "The Aldmeri Dominion does not take kindly to interference in its affairs."
With a nod of acknowledgment, he turned away, his entourage falling into step behind him as they disappeared into the shadows, leaving Legatte and her companions to ponder the implications of their encounter.
As the echoes of the Thalmor's departure faded into the night, Legatte felt a weight lift from her shoulders, though she knew that their troubles were far from over. With a heavy heart, she turned her attention to the infant cradled in her arms, his innocent face a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.
"We will protect you, little one," Leagatte whispered, her voice a solemn vow. "No matter the cost."
With resolve renewed, Legatte and her fellow soldiers resumed their journey towards Fort Pale Pass, their thoughts consumed by the enigmatic child in their midst and the challenges that awaited them in the harsh wilderness of Skyrim. Little did they know, the discovery of the infant would set into motion a series of events that would shape the fate of the land and test the bonds of loyalty and courage in ways they could scarcely imagine.
With newfound resolve, they continued their journey toward Fort Pale Pass, unaware that the future of Skyrim would be in the hands of the infant they had found.
Fort Pale Pass.
There, within the stone walls of Fort Pale Pass, the infant Issei found refuge, his fate intertwined with the destiny of the land itself. As they arrived at the stronghold, Legatte wasted no time in seeking guidance from her commanding officer, Captain Tullius.
"Captain, we found this child out in the wilds," Legatte explained, cradling the infant in her arms. "We couldn't just leave him there."
Captain Tullius regarded the babe with a furrowed brow, his gaze thoughtful as he considered their unexpected discovery. "Very well, bring him inside. We'll see to it that he's cared for."
And so, within the stone walls of Fort Pale Pass, the abandoned infant found refuge under the watchful eyes of the Legionnaires.
Leagatte gave her report as she reported that the Thalmor cornered them but seemed to be interested in the infant for an unknown reason.
"So the Thalmor didn't kill you due to this child?"
"Yes. I was honestly surprised to see that an infant of such strange origins was in the wilds of Skyrim, where any of the local inhabitants could've killed him." Legatte said as she gently continued to comfort the boy in her arms.
Tullius pondered the Thalmor's reasons since he hated the Thalmor since he was well aware of their existence and goals, but seeing how the member of Thalmor chose to spare Legatte and her soldiers because of an infant made him only more curious about the infant.
Tullius looked at the infant and could tell that the child didn't seem to be a Nord due to his hair and skin color being different from that of other Nord children he had seen before in the villages.
The infant's eyes looked at Tullius as the child reached out and gripped the man's thumb, making the general chuckle at the boy as he then saw the boy's eyes, and to his surprise, the eyes of the boy resembled that of a dragon.
'Could he be the next one? Tullius pondered as the man then looked up at Legatte and asked her.
"What will you do with the child?" Tullius asked as he had a theory that the infant that Legatte found was probably the turning point of the war that the Imperial Legion needed to kill Ulfric Stormcloak and the rebel forces finally.
And if the supposed legendary warrior were indeed this child, then he'd become a great asset for Skyrim's future.
While Tullius pondered what to do with the child, Legatte couldn't help but notice something peculiar about the child as well that her General missed. There was a strange crimson energy that seemed to emanate from him, a power unlike anything she had encountered before.
'There's something… unusual about this child. I've seen magic, but this is different. Stronger. More wild.' Her words hung heavy in the air as she exchanged uneasy glances, uncertain of what to make of her discovery.
Leagatte knew that if the Thalmor were interested in the boy, then she would be damned if she allowed an innocent child to be a pawn or victim to the Thalmor, much less the Stormcloaks.
"Tullius. I have a request that I wish to speak to you about." Legatte said as Tullius turned around and saw her expression. Legatte then gave her request.
"I wish to care for the child and raise him to become a man who will be able to help the Imperial Legion bring peace and justice to Skyrim," Legatte said, saying that she may have only known the infant for a short time. Still, it was her maternal instincts that made her make this decision. Either way, Legatte didn't care as she wished to help the child grow into a fine young man who would decide his fate and fight along the Imperial Legion as a General.
Tullius pondered this request as he could see this being excellent for the Imperial Legion since Legatte was a Nord who believed the Stormcloaks were doing more harm than good, along with the fact she is a very loyal member of the Imperial Legion, meaning this would be beneficial for the Imperial Legion since if the child is truly the Dragonborn than having a mother such as Legatte would be excellent in the long run.
"Very well, but do know that raising the child will be your responsibility since he will be your son," Tullius said as Legatte smiled back at her commander.
"Do not worry. My work shall not be affected due to the child." Legatte said that as she then saw the small infant fall asleep in her arms, she pondered what his name should be before a name popped into her head.
"Issei. My honest soldier. That shall be your name." Legatte said as she then left Tullius, after he dismissed her, back to her home as she looked forward to the future of her new son that she shall raise to the best of her abilities while also trying to help the boys power.
Little did the people of Skyrim know, the arrival of the lost child marked the beginning of a journey that would test the very fabric of Skyrim's fate and in the heart of the snowy wilderness, amidst the towering peaks and ancient ruins, the legend of the Dragonborn was about to be born anew.
[Hm. Interesting. This woman appears to be helping my host after some of my power changed his physical appearance, but what caused some of my power to affect the boy when he is too young to have awakened me?] Ddraig asked himself as he pondered what this new land was that he and his host were in before the dragon smiled at the woman holding his host gently as a mother would, which made Ddraig feel nostalgic as Ddraig recalled his mother when he was a young hatchling.
[No matter. I shall continue to watch over my host and help him once he awakens me. Plus, I'm curious about the magic that is in the air of this strange new world.] Ddraig Y Goch, the Red Dragon of Domination, said as he closed his eyes once more and began to slumber as he awaited for his host to summon his power.
Scene!
So what do you think? Issei would be much better suited to be raised by the Imperial Legion so he would not only be able to awaken the powers of the Boosted Gear but defeat the Stormcloaks and become a general of his army.
Thalmor will also take an interest in the child since they would be surprised when they learn that the child that the Imperial Legion saved is possibly the Dragonborn that will change the fate of Skyrim.
Let me know what you think since the next chapter will be a time skip as Issei awakens his powers and such.
Ta-Ta!~